I promised you a story about the mad hatter didn't I? well here you go this chapter is just to introduce Alice.

The screams of the inmates used to keep Alice McGuiness awake all the time. Now she took pleasure in hearing them scream, she wasn't like the other inmates Alice made sure of that. After the second guard had walked past Alice continued to cut the word 'Dangerous' into her arm with one of the blunt knives that were used to cook the inedible meals in the Arkham Asylum's cafeteria.

How dumb could those assholes get? HELLLLOOO! It was only a matter of time before someone used the sharp weapon they were lucky it wasn't one of the more delusional inmates. They were lucky it was only sweet, innocent Alice that decided she would give the guards a break and just use it on herself.

Alice laughed quietly to herself at her own comment, she wasn't innocent. Her father's germ invested blood was on her hands and she was proud of it. Hearing his slow breathing as he lay on the moth bitten sofa, vodka bottle in hand, Alice watched as the empty bottle suddenly fell from his hand in slow motion and smash to the floor. The small shards of glass glinted against Alice's kitchen knife; she let her hand slowly rise upwards… just before she let the knife touch his pale yellow skin she let three words escape her disused voice.

'Merry Christmas daddy' Her voice was croaky as she realized just how long it had been since she had last spoken, over a year ago. All it took was a quick flick of her wrist and her father's breathing stopped…blood pouring from the large gash across his throat. He never opened his eyes, the memory was the only thing that kept Alice from being sane. A tight smile tugged at her face as she recalled those last moments, how easy it was, why she had done, everything came flooding back. Alice opened her eyes to be met with the grey wall opposite her small bed, a cold, clear substance slipped delicately down her face Alice quickly wiped it away and cursed at her weakness. Alice may have hated the old brute but he was still her father and nothing could change that. Alice continued her assault on her arm, blood started to drip from the 'd' as she moved onto 'a' she didn't feel the pain as the blade dug into her skin. People thought self-harm was for people who were frightened and confused, not in Alice's case, for Alice it was a way to remind people she wasn't just a girl. Alice was insane. There was no denying it, she was insane and she didn't care, people thought insanity was a punishment but really insanity was freedom, insanity was being someone that was proud to be different. Alice was proud and knew she belonged in Arkham; it was the closest thing she had to a home and the doctors, nurses even the inmates were the closest thing she had ever had to a family. Alice belonged in Arkham, not because she was insane but because it had other people that understood why she was insane. Everyone in Arkham had done something to be branded insane; stealing, B&E, murder, suicide, obsessed or just being completely bonkers. If you did any of them things you'd likely get a one way ticket to double A.

'HEY! Oh shit, Dr Arkham… she's done it again, what do you want us to do sir? She ain't gonna like that; you sure sir?' A booming voice suddenly broke Alice's concentration.

Bolton…great just what I need.

Alice moaned. She hated that guy, always interfering with her business, always being there to tell on her even if all she was doing was reading a book! One bloody book! To be fair most of the time she had slipped it into her orange Arkham suit, some called it stealing, Alice called it borrowing but not taking it back until at least three months had passed. Alice looked down at her arm. This time she had managed to finish her 'masterpiece' before the dumbass had caught her. She watched as he rushed to her cell and punched in the code to open the glass door. As soon as he stepped inside Alice raised an eyebrow at him.

You know… Never really thought glass doors were a good thing 1) you never get any privacy 2) perverts like you and your so called 'guards' can keep a 'close eye on us' and 3) it really just makes the inmates more aggressive

Alice let a small smile appear on her face. Bolton walked straight up to her and snatched the knife from her and grabbed her wrist to see the damage she had created, making Alice moan in agony.

Owww! Didn't mummy tell it's rude to hit a girl?

Bolton just sighed and nearly through back Alice's arm, he gave her a look that was annoyance but concern which wasn't a normal Bolton look. His normal look was deranged anger like he was about to rip your head off, he hated when people made fun of him and his colleagues, Alice still wondered how The Joker had lasted this long.

'Look kid ya gotta stop doing that. All ya doing is hurtin yerself and making the doc's jobs harder. Alice just stared at him
like she always did, she never ever spoke to him, and she never had a reason to up until now…

'Why are being kind to me instead of pulling my head off?' Bolton jumped back in surprise and almost stabbing himself with the knife in his hand. He cursed then apologized for using that type of language in front of her, Alice just rolled her eyes.

'Dude I'm in an Asylum for crying out loud! I think I've heard every swear word there is. Now are you going to answer my question or not?' Bolton hadn't expected her voice to be that demanding or British, he always thought her voice would be timid and quiet, boy how wrong he was!

'You're…er from England how'd you end up in Gotham or more importantly Arkham?' Alice just twisted her hand in a dismissive movement and sighed in annoyance.

'That's not important, now are you going to answer my question or will I just have to make you squeal like a pig?' Bolton burst out laughing making the inmates around Alice's cell look up and frown at the head of security as he swayed backwards and forwards from laughing too much. Alice stared at him, her face full of seriousness. Finally once Bolton had calmed down a bit and caught his breathe back he answered still laughing at her poor excuse of a threat.

'Was that threat supposed to scare me?! Kid, next time try making a threat at someone who isn't twice you're si-AHHH!' Bolton had barely finished his sentence when Alice swooped in like a hawk and pushed him onto the grey walled opposite her bed, pushing his left arm up his back until he howled in pain. He was completely baffled and scared of her sudden strength, pain rose in his arm as she yanked it further up his back.

'OK,OK! I-I THOUGHT YOU NEEDED A BIT OF COMFURT THAT'S ALL! AHHH- YOU D-DIDN'T SEEM TO BE LIKE THE REST OF THE WEIRDOS, I'M SORRY KID!' Alice didn't let go, her blonde hair obscuring her vision, she wasn't going to let him off that easily.

'You're right. I'm not like the other inmates in here, I'm worse than them, I could kill you with my eyes shut. I don't care if you have some stupid crush on because let me tell you… IT AIN'T GOING TO HAPPEN BUCKO! Oh and one other thing…DON'T CALL ME KID!' Alice yelled at the top of her voice, she heard large, running footsteps coming towards her cell.

Damn it! I wanted to show him what happens when he calls me a bloody kid.

Guards came into Alice's view, their tazors charged and waiting for the order though some were dumbstruck as they saw the scene before them. No-one… not even Killer croc had been able to pluck up the courage to give Lyle Bolton a taste of his own medicine, so you can imagine the look on the guards faces as they watched a teenage girl with the most feared guard in the Asylum under her will. If it wasn't a code red situation most of the guards would be rolling on the floor by now in fits of laughter.

'TAZE HER FOR FUCK SAKE!' Bolton yelled, his sudden bellowing voice made the guards come to their senses and quickly got into action. Alice felt an agonisingly sharp pain come from her leg which made her fall to the floor. Bolton's cries for doctors were distant, the ceiling of Alice's cell seemed to swirl and change colour in front of Alice's eyes, and then everything went black as Alice slowly fell unconscious. Bolton's voice started to fade as Alice became even more unconscious, something was pushed into her left arm. She guessed from the sharpness it was a needle that was supposed to knock her out, there wasn't a need for the sedative she was becoming unconscious from the tazor. Her eyes fluttered open for a second then closed as her breathing slowed down and her heart beat lessened. Just as she was falling asleep a face pushed into the front of her mind…her father's face. She let a small chuckle fill her mind.

Like father, like daughter, eh dad? I guess I'm more like you then I realized, we're always the ones that get tazored

With that final thought Alice let her consciousness slip away…

Soooo. that's the first chapter. This story will have a bit of the animated series as you can see from lyle bolton but this one is set after the dark knight but before the dark knight rises. For people wondering what B&E means its breaking and entering. I'll try and upload the next chapter soon! pls review!